I am related to venice, but I am not a canoe. People often enjoy scenic rides with me.

The first place the sun touches every day. The king of horror was born by my bay. My lighthouses shine over rocky seas, Where lobsters wander as they please.

A high you might get from my peaks you’re told, To quote a singer whose name I hold. Or maybe a high of a different kind, But regardless within me adventure you’ll find.

A Phantom’s breath, void of integrity I fool the lost, and flatter the thirsty. Desire’s cost, fueled by scarcity; at brink of death, of heat’s intensity. Born of the sun I flee at dusk; I can be seen but never touched What am I?

From time to time I break banks, but I am no thief. Where I meet my betters, a homonym of wealth, and where there many of me, a pooling of resources. If I appear still, beware. What am I?